0 comments/ 41767 views/ 2 favorites Carrie's Sailing Trip: Day 3 By: Carrie1 Carrie's Sailing Adventure – Getting Underway Ok finally. Today was a beautifully sunny day with a perfect sailing wind blowing. We were all tired of working and excited about getting going, so we quickly showered and ate breakfast at the local café. Bob returned the rental car as we picked up some last minute essentials like more beer and a couple of bottles of wine. Before getting underway I stripped off my T-shirt and shorts in the cabin and put a generous amount of sun block all over my body. Lisa asked if I was going to bother with my bikini or just go naked. I just laughed and reminded her that nude sunbathing really wasn't allowed but sure sounded like fun. Instead, however, I pulled this absolutely hot thong bikini out of my bag. This bikini, like most of mine, really isn't worth the effort, but it does meet the minimum required by law. At least when it stays in place. It's hard for the bottom to be out of place since there is no back at all. It's more like a G-string than a thong. All there is to it is a couple of tiny stings holding a small strip in place over my vagina. The strings, after emerging from between my cheeks, split into an arc across the upper portion of my ass really highlighting it. That's probably the part I like best. It probably would help it slide around if I had a bit more of a butt. As it was, it had to be tied really tight to keep it from sliding down because there wasn't much margin for error. I had already shaved my pubic hair pretty much off leaving only a tiny vertical strip extending only about an inch above my slit. Even with that, it took a fair amount of attention to keep it covered. The bottoms weren't see-through, but you don't need much of an imagination at all to make out what was behind the thin material. The top didn't provide any support at all since it just sits on top of my beasts and really doesn't cup them like you need. A portion of the lower side of my breasts was visible below the material and I didn't dare pull it down any further. It wasn't see-through either but also wasn't lined. The outline of my nipples and areolas were noticeable through the material. It was really only made for laying out and working on your tan, not any kind of physical activity. Not that I had planned to be playing volley ball or anything, but just walking around the boat getting things ready made it almost impossible to keep covered. It was that small. Finally Bob got back and we got underway. It had been a while since I had handled the boat, so I was extra careful leaving the dock. I looked so cool at the helm in my bikini. All I needed was a pirates buff, (yes I've watched survivor) and a bit more of a tan and I'd really be hot. We cleared the harbor and got the sails up as soon as we could. It wasn't long after that that Bob started busting on me, saying, "Is this the fastest this thing goes?" You see he is a motor boater and this was payback for the my busting him about his power boat. So here I am steering the boat and trying to concentrate on what I'm doing, and he's busting on me and teasing me. Lisa and Brad were all back with us and just encouraging Bob on at my expense. Bob moved behind me and started getting all cutesy with me while I'm trying to steer a straight course. It didn't take long before he's kissing my neck and rubbing my arms. After that he grabbed me around the waist and began rubbing his hard-on into my butt an moved to rubbing his hands up my stomach and in general getting fresh with me in front of Lisa and Brad. He's all over me while I'm trying to look out for other boats. Then his hands started slowly inching upwards until his hands are rubbing my breast through the tiny top. By then I'm starting to get pretty aroused. I was still however trying to steer when I felt him untie the strap on the back of my suit. I half-heartedly protested as he all but stripped off my top in front of my friends. From there he started cupping my breast under my loosened top and squeezing my already hardened nipples between his fingers. The whole time Bob is all but making out with me, I'm steering the boat and Lisa and Brad are looking on enjoying me squirming and lame protests. I couldn't help but let out a sign as my arousal was getting the better of me. That seemed to be Bob's sign to take my top off completely as he untied the remaining tie around me neck. My top fell to the deck as I leaned my head back onto Bob's shoulders. He continued to work my breasts as I continued to get aroused. I glanced up just as another sailboat crossed in front of us. It wasn't really that close, but probably close enough for them to figure out what was going on. Lisa threw Bob a bottle of sun block telling him he had better lube up those babies before they burn. As I continued to steer, he continued to rub lotion all over my body until it couldn't absorb any more. As he did my abs, he accidentally (or on purpose) ran his fingers down the front of my bikini bottom sliding his finger down the gap between me and the front of the suite. When I couldn't take it any more, I asked Lisa and Brad to take over at the helm. Having my hands finally free, I gave Bob a little of his own medicine. So there I was not even on the boat an hour and all I had on was a tiny g-string bikini. I might as well have been naked for all it covered. Boats passing by probably though I was completely naked. Clothing somehow seemed out of place in a place like that, so I stayed that way for the rest of the day and then some. After I calmed down from Bob's attention, I made sure everyone knew how steer and pick up someone if someone like me fell overboard. It felt weird but kind of fun running a mini sailing course while all but naked. I just had to be a little careful when I'd brush up against something. Once while I reached for a line mast my bare breasts brushed against the mast and some rigging. I got a 2-inch scratch from a loose bolt across my right breasts almost across the nipple. It didn't draw blood but hurt like hell for a while. Bob later called it my badge of honor worm proudly upon my bosom. All I knew was it hurt. Of course he helped with that also until long after the pain went away. After everyone got used to steering, I settled in and laid out and worked on my tan for a bit. By then I was so relaxed, I didn't care if anyone saw me topless. We were headed over to this little anchorage over on St Johns where we heard it was really quite. When we got there, I was disappointed to find three other boats there. We dropped sail and motored over to this spot that was furthest away from the other boats, yet close enough to shore that we could easily swim ashore. Having anchored up we broke out the food and beer. Lisa and I cooked while the guys set up the table in the cockpit and drank beer. It was funny cooking since there was barely enough space for one person much less two. Every time I had to get by Lisa, my breast ended up brushing against her or the cabinets or something. Lisa was kidding me about my chest getting in the way, so I kind of brushed them in her face once when squeezing by. I kidded Lisa about her telling me this morning to put on sun block since she was sporting a pretty good burn from too much time on the sun. Finally, the food was ready and we sat back on deck and enjoyed our first dinner afloat. It certainly wasn't as eloquent as dining out but was really romantic and sexy since I still only wore only my tiny G-string bikini bottom. It felt so nice eating dinner under the open sky with a light breeze blowing while being nearly naked. Two other boats had pulled in and anchored close, but not close enough to make me put something on. I figured everyone wanted their privacy as much as possible which was fine with me. We were so lazy after stuffing ourselves that we just sat there talking and telling stories. We talked about a lot of things, but it wasn't long before the subject of my dares came up. Lisa proceeds to tell Brad and Bob half of my life story. Bob had heard most of it before, but it was still a little embarrassing especially in front of Brad since he only knew me through Lisa and what he heard the other night at dinner. To relive my vacation adventure and my visit with Jane on the Long Island was embarrassing but exciting at the same time. Lisa started to describe my towel story, but I had to finish it. She wasn't even there so she was making it sound even wilder than it really was. The whole time this was going on Bob had his hands all over me. I tried to get him to stop since the conversation was enough to get me going. Besides, this was no place to be getting it on. Eventually I elbowed Bob in the ribs to try to get him to stop, because I was starting to feel its effects. Bob said, "What do you expect with you being so available like that." I suggested going below and putting something on, but both he and Brad stepped in. I noticed Brad and Lisa getting pretty friendly as well. I guess my attire was having its effect on Brad. Eventually we left my dare adventures topic but only ended up on a worse one. I'm not sure how we got on this topic, but I guess I had it coming. We ended up talking about women's breasts. Bob was making it even more embarrassed and arousing by telling Brad quite frankly how much he liked my breast and describing them quite vividly as he went. He said, "I wish Carrie would go topless all the time." I told him, "I don't know about all the time because women's breasts are a little too sensitive to be exposed" referring to my nice scratch from this morning, "but it would be nice if I could take my top off at the beach or when it was really hot out." I think that's when the scratch that I got earlier on my right breast got named my badge of honor. We ended up on that subject for quite a while with Bob mentioning how sensitive my nipples were. He said he could get me off by only massaging my nipples. I kind of kidded him, saying, "in you dreams", which turned out to be a big mistake. Somehow from there he bet me that he could bring me to orgasm by only massaging me above the waist. The bet was that if he won I'd have to go topless for the rest of the time we were on the boat. I told him that he would he wouldn't be able to control himself if I went topless. I didn't want it to be me denying him access because I'd lose on that one as well, so we just settled on him stripping for me tomorrow on the beach if I held out. Brad and Lisa were getting pretty into it as well by then as we all kind of made out and shared casual conversation. I tried to ignore Bob's sensual caresses as we slowly got buzzed. I was trying so hard to ignore Bob's hands on my skin, but it was impossible. Looking at Lisa and Brad arm in arm didn't help. Romance was in the air and my body was starting to respond despite my efforts to control my emotions. I tried to talk about things that would take my mind off the sensations that my body was taking in, but it wasn't working. Bob's one hand was working my right nipple while his other hand was caressing my abs. After a while, Lisa asked me how I could stand it. I tried to act like Bob's efforts were failing but was only marginally convincing. I continued to talk as I sipped my wine but my participation in the conversation was slowly diminishing. Lisa asked me something about doing a dare again, I think, but I had to ask her to repeat the question, which gave away that Bob's efforts were paying off. As I answered he went to town on me and moved his hands lower down my stomach. As I tried to collect my thoughts for a response, he slid his fingers right along the top of my bikini line. I let out a little sigh acknowledging his touch as I answered. I tried to protest that he was cheating but again, I wasn't to convincing. I tried even harder to suppress the feelings that were slowly building inside me, but was slowly loosing my battle. After a couple of more minutes I could feel my skin breaking out in little beads of perspiration saying something like, "Its getting pretty hot out now that the wind has stopped." Everybody laughed except me as the conversation continued without me. All I could think of was I just couldn't lose it her in front of everyone so I conceded defeat before I lost all ability to say stop. Everyone broke out laughing as I asked if anyone wanted to go in for a dip. Lisa said, "Does someone need a cold shower?" I stood up, walked over to the rail and dove in nearly losing my bottom in the process. The water felt good and was just what my overloaded body needed to calm down. After a couple of refreshing minutes, I climbed out with Bob lending an overly helpful hand. I shook my hair off at him and left me alone for a bit at least until I dried off a little. After considering my fate to being topless, I sat back and sipped my half finished glass of wine. That wasn't such a bad deal since I kind of wanted to go topless anyway. This just took away my option to put my top on. A couple of hours and a couple of glasses of wine later we finally decided to turn in. Lisa and Brad went up front and Bob and I were in our little cubbyhole in the back. Bob slid in as I was slipping out of my bikini bottom real slow and sexy like in order to get back at him for earlier. After that I slid in next to him making sure my boobs were right in his face. We kissed and made out again for a while and worked up a pretty good sweat thanks to the lack of wind and poor ventilation. Eventually we decided to move on deck were it was a little cooler. We sacked out on the flipped over rubber dingy. Bob was all over me and after a couple of minutes my concerns of being seen melted away along with any last little bit of inhibitions, not that I had much to start with. Before I knew it, Bob had pulled down his boxers and we were screwing like bunnies right there on deck. It wasn't like we were on a city street or anything but it was definitely the most public place I had ever had sex. We were both dripping with perspiration as we collapsed back on our open-air bunk wrapped in each others arms. I don't think I ever slept so peacefully in my life. End of Day 3 To be Continued... Carrie's Sailing Trip: Day 4 Day 4 - Off We Go I slept so well I was still asleep on the dingy well after the sun had come up. Now anyone with a pair of binoculars or good eyesight could see that I was lying there completely naked. Neither Bob nor I stirred until Lisa stuck her head up through the hatch and woke us. She asked if I was trying to get a head start on my tan today. I just rolled over on my stomach and told her to get me something to put on. Eventually I went below and pulled on my bikini bottom from the other day. Lisa reminded me of my lost bet and that I had to go topless while on the boat. We ate and decided to sail over to another part of the island. Bob wanted to go to this park that had all sort of hiking trails. He told us we were all getting soft from sitting around and we had to get some exercise. Both Lisa and I gave him a hard time and told him he was welcome to swim some laps if he wanted some exercise. We told him we were quite happy laying around and being lazy after all we were on vacation. After breakfast we pulled anchor and set sail for our second harbor home. Once we secured the boat we got organized for our little hike. We decided to pack a lunch and bring a bottle of wine for a little picnic. I went below to change, or rather put something on, to the disappointment of Bob and Brad. I pulled on a pair of cut offs and was searching though my bag for a top when Bob suggested I just stay topless. Brad and then Lisa jumped in as well. I told them that going topless on the boat was one thing but going ashore and hiking in the park was a whole other story and then foolishly told him that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off me if I went topless. This went back and forth a couple of times with me teasing him and him daring me. With all the back and forth my concerns kind of faded and my brazen side came out. Well eventually I agreed not actually thinking that there would probably be other people out there since there were already a couple of other boats anchored in the cove. With backpack in hand and little else all four of us piled into our tiny dingy and headed for shore. I was still teasing Bob as we headed to shore. My smug confidence faded quickly as we neared shore. I didn't dare let on though and I tried to continue my outward appearance despite an inner feelings. Once on shore Bob tried to figure out where the trail started. He had a little trail map but it showed several trail and wasn't too clear on where they started. The longer this took the more nervous I got and it was starting to show. My attire consisted of a pair of shorts, sneakers, baseball cap, and sunglasses. The shorts were fairly short and road kind of low on my hips and had little cuffs at the bottom. They were loose which was part of why they road low but the thing I really had to be careful of was when I sat down. The legs were also loose and since I had nothing on under them people sitting in the right place had a pretty nice view. Not that sitting was in our itinerary with Bob around. I've gone topless enough but topless in a bikini seemed so much more normal that topless in a pair of shorts. I've often wanted to just strip off my top to just even out the double standard between men and women but just wasn't feeling much like a trailblazer right then. I just kept adjusting my hat and sunglasses as I passed back and forth. I was probably talking more than normal also since it seemed I often do that when I'm nervous. Finally Bob turned around and said, "The trail should start over there if this map is right." Lisa walked along as well in her tan hiking shorts and a black sports bra. Both Bob and Brad were shirtless as well so I guess that from the back I must have looked like another guy with my baseball cap except my shorts were about a third the size of theirs and my figure was shaped a little differently. I knew that this was going to be an interesting day right away since every step I took translated movement in my chess. Now my breasts are pretty firm and don't bounce that much but they had that little rhythmic wobbling movement no matter how carefully I stepped. That rhythmic movement immediately got Bob's attention also. Every time he looked over at me to say something his eyes dropped down to my chest. Brad's as well. It was more in my head than anything but being pretty much normally dressed except for not having a shirt on seemed to be getting everyone's attention even more than when I was practically naked in a tiny bikini bottom. I tried my best to ignore the guys' attention but the whole seen was having its effect on me and raising my arousal level. My nipples, which had previously been pretty relaxed, were now fully erect and sticking straight out from breasts like little fingers pointing the way. The map seemed to be correct and we headed into the trees following a path worn down by previous hikers. We had only gone a little bit before Lisa asked if we had all put on our sunblock. We took our first break and I was feeling a little calmer, so I decided to tease Bob once again by asking him to do my back. I did my face while he made absolutely positive my back wasn't going to burn. I sarcastically said, "Sure you didn't miss anything," knowing full well that he had covered every inch of my back several times. That's when I noticed the bulge in his shorts. Obviously he was enjoying my dress so I turned around and thrust my chest out saying, "Care to finish the job?" He hesitated for a second realizing I was just trying to get him even more turned on. That's when Lisa said, "You're not going to pass up that offer are you?" With that as a challenge to his male pride he grabbed the bottle and poured a stream of sun block across my boobs. He then started rubbing it in in an intoxicatingly sexy way that felt so good I was getting excited again. Once again he made absolutely sure he didn't miss a single spot from my neck to the top of my shorts. After a bit I just rolled my head back and lost myself in the moment. Here I was trying to turn Bob on to the point he'd say uncle and give in on our bet and he was doing the same to me; and he seemed to be winning at the moment. Eventually this mutual seduction ended and I opened my eyes to see both Lisa and Brad looking on. I was so out of it while this was going on that anyone could have walked up and I wouldn't have noticed. I tried to collect myself and act like I was in control but I think everybody knew the reality of the matter. We were both silent as he handed me back my bottle of sunblock. I was still trying to calm down as Brad asked if we were finally ready. I would have had a comeback but my mind was still a little foggy so I just managed a week, "y e a h, sure." I just held the bottle in my hand as I struggled to regain my composure and followed behind. After a minute or two I stopped to tuck it back in the waistband of my shorts. The next section was up a pretty good hill and the increased effort was showing its effect. Lisa commented on how hard this was before long. I started giving her a hard time about being out of shape. It had been 2 months since the triathlon so I was still in pretty good shape so it wasn't that bad. I was getting pretty hot though. Between the heat and the humidity, it was darn hot going. By the time we made our first stop, my body was shining from a layer for perspiration. As we broke out our first bottle of water, I wiped the sweat from my forehead. Beads of perspiration were starting to run down my chest only to consolidate between my breasts forming a river as it ran down my belly flooding my navel. Pretty gross. We started up again and had hiked for about a half and hour when I started to hear voices coming up the trail from behind us. This was the first people we had come across since I had started my topless hike so I didn't know what to expect. The voices were in the distance so I wasn't sure who or how many they were. I just knew they'd be in for a surprise when they caught up to us. I just hoped it wasn't a park ranger giving a guided tour to a bunch of kids or something. They were still a ways off but I knew they were back there. My concern came out when I mentioned to the others that it looks like we have some company. Lisa said. "Don't worry you look like just like one of the guys from the back." To which Bob replied, "She doesn't look like any guy I've ever seen." I tried to put it out of my mind but as the voices got closer I was getting more and more nervous. None of us had shirts anyway so there was nothing I could do anyway. My nipples were getting harder as they closed the gap. Before long they were going to see me. Perhaps they'd think I was wearing a bikini top with a really thin tie across my back, but soon enough they'd know that I was truly topless. It seemed like Lisa was trying to slow us down but I think she was probably just getting tired. I kept giving her a hard time about being out of shape thinking it would take my mind of our visitors that were quickly approaching. I was in front so I was the last one they saw. They greeted us with the usually hello's and then there was a pause as they realized I didn't have a top on. I turned to see who they were and immediately caught their eyes. There was an awkward silence while we all stopped on the trail and the four new hikers checked me out from head to toe. And such a sweaty sight I must have been. It must have been a minute before the guys' eyes lifted off my chest. They were two coupled in their late twenties or early thirties and after the initial shock of seeing a bare-chested woman in the middle of the woods they seemed to adjust. This helped me relax and settle my breathing down as well. We stood there for another couple of minutes introducing ourselves before getting going again. The guys were in no hurry to rush ahead so we continued up the trail as a larger group of eight. I calmed down quite a bit after we got going again and was starting to get into it again. The one woman was a little standoffish but the other was quite friendly commenting on my tan. By the time we had reached a good resting place I was feeling quite comfortable and actually enjoying myself again. We all deicide to take a brake with Lisa's urging and we found a nice flat area to have our picnic lunch. I expected the other group to continue on but they decide to take a break with us as well. It felt good to cool down and rest. After a short break, the folks we just met took off leaving the four of us to finish our make shift picnic. We cracked open the bottle of wine we brought along and kicked back. Bob was getting extra comfortable and started massaging my bare back. We both laid back on the grass and started making out. Bob was really getting into it massaging my breasts and stomach. It wasn't long before he started fingering the waistband of my shorts. I have to admit he was getting me pretty turned on so I had to stop this before we reached that point where neither of could stop. I took his hand that was already down my shorts and reminded him that he wouldn't be able to keeps his hands off me. That got him to back off, but the bulge in his pants gave away his true feelings. After calming down a bit, we got our act together and got ready to move on. That's when Lisa and Brad decided to head back down. It actually didn't sound like a bad idea but since I had been giving her a hard time about being out of shape I had to continue up. Bob and I headed up the trail. After a couple of minutes, I suggested we stop and reapplied our sun block before we get all sweaty again. I did my face and legs and asked Bob in a real suggestive way to finish me. He again eagerly took me up on my offer even more enthusiastically than before and once again worked his hand down into my shorts after spending a length time on my breasts and abs. Again I had to fight the yearning for him to continue and reminded him of what I had told him earlier about not being able to keep his hands off me. This time I ran off ahead with my breasts bouncing as I ran. We slowed down to a more reasonable pace and continued up the trail talking as we went. At some point along the way I asked Bob if it hurt walking with the hard on he was sporting. He just shunned me off but I kept up the teasing. I knew it was really mean of me but I couldn't help driving him crazy. I expected to run into the other group coming down but figured they must have goon off on a different trail or something. Eventually we got to the end of the trail, which was good because I was getting tired and I could tell Bob was getting more and more pissed at me as we went. I guess successfully reaching the top was too much for Bob's built up frustration because as I stretched to see what I could see over the bushes, he grabbed me around the waist from behind and picked me up. I started swinging my arms and eventually got loose only to have him spin me around grabbing my shorts. He unsnapped them and pulled then down knocking me over as he pulled them over my feet. The whole time I was laughing and telling him "I told you so. I told you so." Once he had my shorts off he tossed them to the side and went to unzip he shorts. As he did I scrambled to my feet and took off into the woods running completely naked now except for my sneakers. If it had been anybody but my boyfriend chasing me it would have been another manner but I couldn't help but yell out "Rape, Rape" as he chased after me. I was running as fast I could but then had to slow up after taking getting hit by a couple of branches. Naked and running through the woods was not a good combination. After that Bob tackled me and flipped me on my back and did my right there in the woods. It was such and animal response that I couldn't help but be excited myself. Bob let go almost immediately which left me a little disappointed but probably deserved it after teasing Bob for so long. I was so caught up in the moment that it didn't phase me that my bare back and butt were sitting on some small stones and branches. I cleared my resting place of some of the stones and stuff and was fooling around with Bob when it finally hit me that I was completely naked just off a public hiking trail and my clothes, not that I had many, were now where to be seen. I jumped up and looked around to see where my shorts had gone. I had last seen them when Bob had grabbed me and all but tore them off me. My concerns doubled when they weren't back on the trail were that had happened. I almost panicked when Bob suggested walking back as I was. All I remember saying was something like "you've got to be kidding" Bob was getting a kick out of my frantic search. Finally after what seemed like forever I found them off to the side of the trail in a bush. I was very relieved to have found them but before I could even get them on Bob was daring me to walk back down naked. I told him he was crazy and started to wiggle back into them. He then suggested walking at least to where we had lunch before putting my shorts on. I couldn't believe I was even considering it because I had no idea if anyone would be coming up the trail. By then I already had them on. On the way down he asked a couple more times but I tried to ignore him. I kept telling him hiking topless was all he was going to see for now. We headed down the trail and only passed one slightly startled couple along the way. We just said hello and kept walking. When we got to the beach we saw that Lisa and Brad had been out to the boat and had changed into their bathing suits. They had brought back towels and were set up on the beach right in front of the boat. Before I even sat down Lisa asked, "What happened to you back?" I had felt a little sour back there when walking down but hadn't thought much of it, I guess in our love making at the top of the trail, my back got a couple of scrapes from some twigs to add to the scratch I got the other day. I said, "Maybe I should put something on since I'm getting pretty beat up." Lisa said, "Just sit your ass down here" as she reached for a wine cool from the cooler. Bob said that he was going for a dip first to cool down and asked if anyone wanted to join him. Bob's short served just as well as a swimsuit but I didn't want to get mine wet and I told him that. Of course, he just suggested taking them off. I had already be naked once today so the idea didn't sound that crazy. After all I had been walking around topless since the night before. I looked up and down the beach and the only people besides us were way down at the other end of the beach. There were a couple of boats anchored out but I wasn't that concerned about them. Everyone got up to go in and was encouraging me to just go skinny-dipping. I know I've stripped naked at the beach before but I must be getting a lot braver because a year ago it would have taken a lot more encouragement and I'd been a lot more nervous. This time I simple stood up unbuttoned my short and slid them down my legs and threw them on the towel that Lisa had brought. All eyes were on me as I calmly walked down to the water. I had to admit the water felt absolutely fantastic after the hot hike. I started teasing the others about being over dressed and believe it or not, I actually got these guys out of their suits and are you sitting down, even Lisa. Lisa took some convincing and was like scared silly considering there wasn't anyone around. Bob and Brad seemed a little nervous but got into it quick enough. We played around as a group for a while, joking, and teasing each other. Then I told the guys about the time I had played chicken naked so naturally the guys wanted to do it again. That's when Lisa chickened out and ran to the shore and grabbed her suit. Brad followed and I laughed at his white butt as he ran up the beach to where his bathing suit was. Bob and I were still having a lot of fun as we floated around. I was teasing him about him poking me with his penis as we bounced around. We had drifted a little ways up the beach away from Brad and Lisa so we could have a little more privacy. I decided to wrap my arms around Bob and started teasing him even more. It wasn't long before he was inside me and we were kissing and making out as we floated in the water. It was so beautiful and relaxing, words can't describe it. The kind of thing you can only imagine in your dreams. Ok, I getting a little mushy but hey I'm a girl, I'm allowed. You guys will have to use your imagination. After we finished our romantic interlude, we waded back towards our stuff where Lisa and Brad were laying. Bob's usually pretty cool but was all funny as he raised up to grab his suit. I just laughed at him and yelled, "how about laying out naked with me." He snickered shook his head no as he pointed at the boats anchored in the lagoon. I guess he had a point since our private little paradise was now getting a little less private. I must have been really relaxed because I had totally forgotten that I really didn't have anything to put on when I got out of the water. Mine was back on the boat and all I had was my shorts. I paddled around for a bit in the semi shallow water thinking about it and then everyone was hollering me. I saw Bob pick up my shorts and stuff them in his backpack. Now I was kind of stuck unless I wanted to swim back to the boat. I started to act like I was going to swim out to the boat then turned around and just walked up the beach. It was a beautiful day in a beautiful setting and there weren't that many people that could see me so I figured why waist some good tanning time. Lisa said, "Going for that perfect tan again." I said, "why not you don't get that many opportunities so I might as well make the most of the ones I do get. I grabbed a wine cooler out of the cooler and sat back enjoying the sun; it felt so good sitting there I was actually glad I didn't have a suit. Carrie's Sailing Trip: Day 4 After I dried off a bit Bob spread the sun block on me and I mean all over me as only he can do. As much as I tried not to show it, my emotions got the better of me and I was floating in la la land once again. The sun felt so good and I was so relaxed, maybe relaxed isn't the exact right term, but at that point it didn't matter who saw me there naked on the beach. After Bob stopped and I settled down I think I fell asleep because the next thing I remember being awoken by Bob as he told me to say hello to these people that were standing over me. I had no idea anyone was there or how long they had been standing there staring at me. It was a couple in their late fifties from Maryland. They were retired, had been sailing making their way down threw the islands for two months. I was still waking up when the wife complemented me on my tan and told me what a fabulous figure I had. It felt really weird hearing that from someone that was as old as my mom. They seemed ok with me lying there without a thing on beside all I had was my shorts and they were packed away. I sat up and kind of got in a position where I wasn't quite as much on display and listed to their conversation. They were telling us all about their adventure and all the places they had been. They told us about this crazy place they had been to on Tortola called the Bumba shack. The place is right on the water and looks like a falling down shack. They told us that all the locals from all over go there for these crazy full moon parties. The husband was real animated as he described the place but every time his wife spoke up he'd look back over in my direction and scan me as if checking me out. After about a half hour, they invited us over to their boat but we declined saying we were heading out tonight. After they left Bob leaned over and said, "I can't believe you just sat there naked the whole time." I told him, "It wasn't like I had anything to put on since you had my shorts packed up." He went on about how he would have given to me if I had asked. By then we all were pretty hot, so everyone decided to go for a dip to cool off. I guess I had pretty much gotten use to not having any clothes on by now because I wasn't a bit nervous as I got up and ran down to the water and dove in. As a matter of fact, it felt great not having to worry about my suit slipping or sliding out of place. Now don't get me wrong, even though I a bit of an exhibitionist, I'm no nudist. I'm as much a slave to fashion as any woman but the beach and the bedroom are two places where clothing seems out of place. I came back to life after jumping in the water. There's nothing that invigorates me like the feeling of water rushing past those intimate places. I was splashing around like a child. I tried to get the others to strip down but no on one would join me. I think Bob would have after our last intimate encounter but he got a little modest with Brad and Lisa around. We splashed and played until I suggested going snorkeling. There was a huge reef that we had to sail around as we sail in and it looked like there was a lot of nice coral and fish to be seen. It was quite a swim from were the boat was but being a swimmer I was ready for it. I don't think Brad was that good a swimmer because he seem concerned about how rough it was out there. I think Lisa would have done it but they decided to leave us crazy people try it saying they'd rescue us if we got in trouble. Probably swimming after having two wine coolers probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, but Bob was ready and I know I was up for it so we told Lisa and Brad we'd swim out to the boat and leave then the dingy. It was about 200 yards to the boat from where we were so Bob decided to race me. With four years of college swimming behind me I wasn't about to let him beat me, but he is a pretty strong swimmer so it was quite a race. I narrowly escaped defeat when he faded in the last couple hundred feet. As it was we were both completely out of breath when we got to the boat. We treaded water while we caught out breath and figured out how we were going to get back on the boat without a ladder. We had taken the dingy when we went in so we never through the ladder over the side so we could get back in from the water. I had done this before without a ladder but always with the help of someone on board. After a bit of thinking and a lot of help from Bob I was able to pull myself aboard. I'm not sure if anyone saw us but seeing a naked woman pull herself up the side of a 38-foot sailboat must have been quite a site. Once on board I dug out the ladder and threw it in so Bob could get out. We found our masks and fins and got ready for our trek to the reef. I still feeling pretty good so I didn't even bother with my bikini. I dove back in naked followed by Bob close behind. Now on the beach, I didn't have much choice since I didn't have a top and Bob took my shorts before I could put them on but her I did and it felt so devilishly sexy swimming further away from the boat and my cloths. It was a good long swim to the reef and it felt great not having to worry about my bikini. But once we got there it dawn on me I was a long way from my cloths. The reef was great with lots of fish and sea urchins. It was really rough though especially on the ocean side of the reef. It felt like you were swimming in the high seas, so it took a lot of energy to maneuver around. When we found a sandy spot, we decided to rest for a bit. I took advantage of the situation and wrapped my arms and legs around him and floated around with him. I didn't think he'd mind my bare naked body handing on him especially when my breasts were hitting him in the face on just about every wave. I asked him if he wanted to mess around saying we wouldn't even do anything in these waves. He laughed and told me we'd probably both drown. We looked around for a bit more when we noticed Lisa and Brad coming out in the Dingy. I was amazed the propeller didn't chop us up when Brad all but ran over us in the high sea. That wouldn't have been good and we told him to be more careful when people are in the water. We threw our stuff in and struggled to get in ourselves. Bob made it in fairly gracefully but I don't think there was a graceful way for me to get in the boat without Brad seeing some parts of me that he probably shouldn't have been seeing. With the help of several hands in various inappropriate places, I managed to get in without sinking the boat completely. I think we were all quite amazed and thankful when we got back to our floating home that we didn't sink on the way in. Back on the boat we sat back and enjoyed the last of our beer and wine while we debated what to do. I felt pretty salty so I when to jump in the luxurious shower to get cleaning up a bit. Bob had a touch of romance in him suggested saving water by doubling up in the shower. Well I don't know how many of you have been in a sailboats shower but it is really only boats bathroom (head) that double as the shower stall. There is barely room for on much less two people in it especially when on is 6' 2' and 220 lbs. Well somehow we fit in with my butt on the sink and his against the door. I wasn't feeling too romantic sitting on the sink but when Bob started bathing me I got in the mood. To be honest it wasn't exactly bathing it was really Bob massaging my breasts to my pussy. I think the rest of me got neglected but after a couple of minutes I didn't care. It was really fun until the little hot water were had ran out. So much for a romantic shower on a boat. After that I was feeling pretty good so I decide to not put anything on. We were all pretty tired so we decides to stay there and anchor out one more night since it was already getting late and I didn't want to be caught out after dark. Everyone had especially me had that nice tired felling that comes from knowing you did something. I also had the nice feeling of the light breeze blowing across my bare skin as I nodded off in Bob's arms and I think Lisa did the same in Brads. Eventually everyone decided to turn in with Bob and I sleeping on deck once again. We were both to tired to do anything, so we just fell asleep in each others arms under the stars. How cool is that. Ok enough of the mushy stuff I know. To be continued... Carrie's Sailing Trip: Day 5 Day 5 - Back to Port It cooled down over night and we both woke up just before dawn to move down below to stay warm until Lisa and Brad woke up. We didn’t exactly go back to sleep though. Bob had another one of his romantic moments and started to get me all worked up as only he can do. Before long, I felt an orgasm building and was lost in bliss. Not a bad start to the morning at all. Bob said, “See what you miss when you sleep in.” I don’t know whether our messing around woke Lisa and Brad up, but I was still enjoying my morning bliss when Lisa and Brad got up. There certainly isn’t any privacy on a boat that’s for sure. For some reason I was feeling terribly under dressed all at once laying there naked, so I got up and wrapped myself in a towel while we got organized and got breakfast. We decided that we had to find a marina tonight since we were running out of supplies. Actually the only thing we were totally out of was beer, but that was probably the most critical item to the guys. I wasn’t planning on staying naked, but the gang insisted I stay that way until we reached the marina or at least until we ran into more people. So I stayed naked while we pulled anchor and got underway. I had sailed many times before in my bikini, but this was the first time I had ever sailed completely naked. God, if the old crew could see me now. The rest of the morning and early afternoon was pretty un-eventful. I got things going then let Bob and Brad take charge as Lisa and I laid out up front. I guess a couple boats passed close enough to get an eye full, but overall we didn’t see many boats until we passed close to Tortola. I should have probably gone below and put on my bikini, but I just rolled over onto my stomach. Unless they passed right along side, they probably would have thought that I just had on a skimpy bikini. When we did get close, Bob asked me where we were supposed to turn in and asked me for some help. I don’t know whether he planned it that way or not, but he waited till a couple of boats were sailing nearby heading into West End Harbor. I didn’t want Bob to run us aground or anything, but I also didn’t want to everyone to see that I was naked. Figuring the consequence of running aground was worse than being seen naked, I quietly got up and made my way back. On the way, I ducked into the cabin and grabbed my towel. I confirmed where we were with Bob telling him, “I guess it’s finally time to get dressed.” There was a big boo from both guys as I ducked below to look for my bikini that I had not worn in almost two days. That was the longest period I had ever gone without putting something on. When I came back up on deck Lisa said, “Bummer. You’re going to ruin that perfect tan.” I said, “oh well, I guess if the guys didn’t need their beer so badly I could have continued.” Well to jump ahead, we found the marina and tied up without incident and after a short wait at customs, the guys went about getting some supplies, i.e., more Carib beer and munchies. Lisa and I were stuck cleaning the boat. We did have a little fun hosing things off as we got into a pretty good water fight with the hose. I was on the receiving end until I wrestled the hose away from her and pushed her over the side. When I finally helped her out we looked around and found we had an audience watching from other boats. Sorry guy, no clothes were torn off. When the boys got back, we had a couple of beers still in our bikinis while we figured out what we were doing. Eventually we got hungry and decided to get showered up and dressed to go out. Lisa and I grabbed our bags and headed of to the marina shower. We had already had a couple of beers on an empty stomach, so we were already kind of buzzed. I couldn’t decide what to wear so Lisa made some suggestions of course. We all felt like getting out and having some fun after being on the boat for 2 straight days, but were all so relaxed that we didn’t feel like going to far. It was still pretty hot so I wanted to dress light. Lisa suggested wearing just my bikini, but I felt like I need a little more than that. I picked out my white wicked weasel shorts that I had only worn a couple of times in the past. Talk about hot. These shorts are the ultimate in sexy. There short, thin and tight. They certainly weren’t your average pair of shorts. I pulled them up my legs and literally stretched them over my hip. After that I reached my fingers under the edges and stretched the tight material out as best I could. They sit a lot higher on my hips than a lot of the short I have but they probably are the shortest. I don’t have much in the way of butt cheeks, but I felt like half my ass was hanging out no mater what I did. The front has the sexiest V cut which shows off my stomach really well, and below that my labia is clearly outlined by the tight material. I did a little spin for Lisa who couldn’t get over how good they looked on me especially with my tan that was really starting to come in. She said “You look really hot especially if that’s all your wearing?” I laughed and said, “Don’t be silly” as I searched my bag for just the right top. I decided on this loose fitting tank top to balance out my tight shorts. It also showed off a generous amount of flesh perhaps a little too much since I didn’t have a bra to wear under it. We finished our hair and makeup and headed back to the boat to pick up the guys. Bob gave me a whistle as I came aboard. We ended up at this quiet restaurant right near the marina, so we didn’t have that far to walk. The waiter did a double take as we came in smiling as he checked out my outfit. He couldn’t help but stare down my top as he took our drink orders. That’s when Lisa got up and went over say something the bar tender. I didn’t think anything of it at the time but found out the next day that she had asked to bartender to mix mine extra strong since it was my birthday, which it wasn’t. We had several more drinks as we ate, thanks to the waiter’s attentive service. I wonder why. Soon we found that the place had pretty much emptied out except for a couple of tables and some people at the bar. About a half hour later, the waiter comes out with a birthday cake and everyone starts singing happy birthday to me. Now I’m trying to explain that it isn’t my birthday, but no one is listening. Then the bartender comes over with a round of shot glasses. We all downed our shots like I really needed anything else to drink. I can usually keep up with the best of them, but by then I was pretty drunk. We were all pretty silly and loud and I was feeling no pain. Bob had been stroking my thigh for quite a while and I was getting pretty mushy and tuned on which was evident by the way my nipples were poking against my thin top. Lisa interrupted our making out when she pulled out a deck of cards and dared me to play that luck of the draw game that I had told her about. This woman had dared me to play this card game where depending on the card I drew I had to do certain things. The original dare had me draw a card every 10 minutes. If I pulled a numbered card, no problem, but if I drew a face card it got interesting. The jack and queen had to do with wearing a skirt so Lisa suggested an alternative around going topless at the beach for the Jack and naked for the Queen. Considering the fact that I was drunk and it was at the beach I agreed. The king was even worse. Lisa had brought Karen’s vibrator along and I was to put it in, on high under my shorts, till I drew the next card. The aces were really interesting cards. Each ace originally represented a different article of clothes, but since I only had two articles of clothing on, we came up with some alternate rules. For both the ace of clubs and diamonds I had to take off my top right there at the table. For the Ace of hearts I had to take off my shorts. For the ace of spades, I had to strip completely. I told them I couldn’t just strip in the middle of the restaurant, but they had all ganged up on me. By then I was pretty turned on from Bobs attention not to mention from being drunk from the booze, so I stupidly agreed not really thinking through what could happen not that I could really think clearly any more. Lisa pulled the vibrator out from her purse and made sure it worked which raised the curiosity of the guys. That kind of sobered me up, but not to the point that I stopped the game. By then some others that had been hanging around got interested and came over which only added to our silliness. Lisa put the deck down and I stared at it for a second as I worked up the nerve to turn over the first cards. I told them I was only drawing 5 cards. The first was a seven of clubs so I was safe. We all looked at each other and someone said go ahead and pick another. I complained that I still had 10 minutes but they convinced me to get it over with. Well 10 minutes had probably passed by the time we stopped arguing, so I begrudgingly picked the next card. I turned over the next cards and it was a two of clubs. Again I breathed a sigh of relief. I had been lucky so far, but the odds went up as I drew more cards. And that’s exactly what happened as I drew the jack of spades. But even that wasn’t that bad since I didn’t affect me immediately and I would probably gone topless anyway. My 4th card was the dreaded king of hearts. My head slumped onto the table as I told everyone I couldn’t do it. Lisa complained saying that I had done it when I was with Karen and Sue, so why not now. I was bombarded with comments, but the one that ticked me off was when they called me chicken and started making fun of me. I think a couple of them expected me to just pull down my shorts and slide it in right there at the table, but I wasn’t about to do that. Eventually after I couldn’t take it anymore, I grabbed the vibrator from Lisa and got up to got to the ladies room. She immediately got up to come with me. I think to make sure I didn’t cheat even though she said it was to make sure I was alright. In the bathroom I started to plead with Lisa, but then I got pissed and just figured I’d show her. I pulled my shorts down my legs and she handed me the vibrator already running on high. I stuck it under the sink to warm it up and lubricate it and started to slide it up my vagina. I let out a noticeable moan it touch my pussy. I was already pretty wet so it slid in easily bout Oh My God What a sensation! I had to wait a second to get use to it before pulling my shorts back in place. I had only just put it in and already it was having its effect. I was pretty tipsy and my inhibitions, what few I had, were pretty much gone but this was a whole new sensation. I stood there trying to collect myself but found that the long I stood still the worse it got. Lisa leaned over and held my arm asking, “Are you alright?” I just looked her and whispered, “Oh my God, I can’t think straight.” Lisa said, “I don’t thing the idea is for you to just hang out her in the bathroom for the entire 10 minutes.” I was succeeding at maintaining a level of control over my emotions, so I agreed to go back to the table. As I took those first couple of steps I realized that the process of walking was actually helping take mind off the sensation in my sex, despite the weird feeling of the vibrator moving around inside of me. I was already feeling all warm and clammy as I go back to the table. I looked over at Bob and told him, “You’d had better be ready tonight.” To which he responded, “Ok well I guess its time to go everyone, See you back at the boat.” No one laughed at Bob’s attempt at humor. I sat down and immediately felt the vibrator move inside me. Everyone one was laughing and talking as I tried to maintain control. Bob put his arm around me as I sat there. It was obvious by my glazed eyes and rock hard nipples that I was aroused. Everyone was waiting to see what happened next. I was determined to maintain control. I tried to think of everything but sex but everything came back to that. It’s funny how the mid plays tricks on you. Beads of perspiration were forming on my forehead as I waited for my 10 minutes to be over. As time came, I went to get up and remove my source of torment, but someone suggested picking the next card in case it was another King. I picked up the next card immediately wanting to get this over as quick as possible. It was another Jack so I got up and all but ran to the bathroom. As I did I relaxed a bit and immediately felt the unmistakable feelings of and upcoming orgasm building quickly. I ran inside the ladies room and braced myself up against the sink. Luckily there was no one there because there was no controlling my body release. I was just coming down when the door opened. I turned to see Lisa, asking if I was alright. I nodded my head unable to speak. Once I stopped climaxing, I ducked in one of the stalls and gently remove the vibrator from my wet pussy. I cleaned myself up as best I could but the smell of sex was impossible to miss. I splashed water in my face and looked at myself in the mirror as my face returned to its normal color. Actually the release was exactly what my body needed because after I felt like a new woman. More relaxed and even more sober. I freshened up a little more before returning to the table. The group surrounding out table had grown even more or perhaps I just didn’t notice them previously. I had barely sat down when someone handed me another shot class and suggested strip poker next. I raised my glass to a toast to my success and firmly said I was done with dares for the night. Bob once again got real romantic until I told him that he had missed his chance. I told him, “who needs a man when she has a vibe.” That kind of surprised him and knocked the wind out of his sails. I couldn’t be that mean, so I reached over and gave him big wet kiss on the lips right there in front of everyone looking on. I was starting to get into it when I felt his hand grab my breast under my shirt. I had enough to drink and the crowd slowly started to disperse when they realized the show was over. We paid our bill which was enough to shock us back into sobriety and we all staggered back to the boat. I was staggering pretty good but no worse than Lisa. I barely remember taking off my clothes and going to bed. The next thing I remember was waking up naked in Bob’s arms in our little nest behind the nav station. To be continued Carrie's Sailing Trip: Day 6 Day 6 Going Diving I was hurting pretty good when I woke up but at least I was awake. No one else on the boat was up including Bob. I nudged him a couple of times before he started to stir. I slid over him and out since I had to go to the head, bathroom for you landlubbers. After spending a good part of the day before naked, it didn’t seem that important to get dressed, so didn’t bother at the moment. I put some desperately need coffee on and sat down on the cushion across from Bob as we both assessed the damages from the night before. I had a pretty good hang over and a bit of an upset stomach but was ok considering the amount of alcohol I had consumed. I was finishing my first cup of coffee when Bob decided to get up. Soon after, Brad and Lisa first started showing signs of life. Both Lisa and Brad seem to be suffering just about as bad as they stumbled out to the table. Eventually we got our act together and decided to head down and get a shower hoping we would feel better after. Lisa grabbed her stuff and headed out the hatch to the dock. I was half way out the hatch when Bob yelled, “Aren’t you forgetting something?” “Oh my God.” I said aghast that I was so out of it that I was just about to walk right out of the cabin completely naked forgetting my towel. I jumped back down and quickly wrapped the towel around me hoping no one outside had noticed me. The shower certainly did help, but I still had a small headache, as did everyone else. Everyone but Bob that is. Today I decided to wear my white thong bikini. It was more like a G string since there was absolutely no back to it whatsoever and barely a front for that matter. I pulled on my original pair of shorts that I wore down and the corresponding bikini top. The suit was the smallest I brought and one of the smallest that I own and I have some tiny ones. The top was no different. The triangles were barely two inches and barely contained my breasts. It didn’t have any lining, so it was clear how close my areolas were to popping into view. This was truly a sunbathing suit since the straps were barely noticeable. I figured I’d be taking it off at the beach anyway so it didn’t matter that much. I adjusted it as best I could and finished my hair. I didn’t bother with a shirt figuring we probably weren’t going anywhere for breakfast. Nobody seemed like they had the stomach to eat. Back at the boat to my surprise Bob and Brad were feeling much better and were complaining about being hungry. I should have figured Bob would be hungry since he is a bottomless pit when it comes to food. So in search of breakfast we went. I probably should have worn a shirt but didn’t and was starting to regret as every step threatened to expose my breasts. They were officially covered but probably just technically. You could make out everything that was covered and there was precious little of that. I had to make several adjustments along the way to cover up my areolas which were either in view or threatening to pop into view at any moment as my breast swayed with little or no real support. As we ate everyone discussed what they wanted to do today. We didn’t really have any plans and I just assumed that we’d find a nice beach and relax. That sounded great to everyone except Bob. I guess his 230 pounds handled the alcohol a little better than the rest of us especially my 130 pounds. Lisa wanted to do nothing more than lie on the beach or go into town and go shopping which sounded fine to me. Bob was his normal maniac self and wanted to go scuba diving while we had the opportunity. “Scuba diving.” I said. As much as I like diving I was not in the mood for it right then the way I felt. I knew that I’d feel better once in the water but I feared getting sick on the way out. He kept going on and to make a long story short, I reluctantly agreed to go. None of us ate much after all but it felt good to get some more coffee in our bodies. After we finished, I made the critical mistake of depending on Bob to get my stuff from the boat. Lisa, Brad, and I went walking around and looking at the shops while Bob ran back to the boat and got my dive gear and stuff. Part of the stuff included my other bikini since this one was just not made for diving in, not that many of mine were, but this one barely stayed in place while walking around. We met Bob at the dive boat and got on our way as Lisa and Brad headed off for a relaxing day at the beach. The dive captain and mate were more than happy to see Bob and especially me, and it wasn’t because they were having a slow day either. There I was in cut off and a virtually sheer white bikini top. Let me say I had a lot of help getting onboard and storing my gear. It was just Bob and I so we had the boat to ourselves and could go any were we wanted. We decided on this one reef which was in about 60 feet of water as we headed out of the harbor. I had intended on switching bikini but when I finally opened my bag I saw that all he brought for me was my gear and a towel. I asked him what happened to my clothes but by then it was already too late. I complained to him saying, “I can’t go diving in this, it’ll never stay on under water.” It’s not like you get a lot of wave action under water but you’re suit kind of floats and moves around as you swim and with that top there was absolutely no margin for movement. Bob just started whispering in my ear that I didn’t need a suit out here. It was just us. He was all romantic and was rubbing my side just below my right breasts trying to get me turned on and all so I wouldn’t care. By then we had cleared the harbor and the water got rougher so we had to sit down and brace ourselves. That’s when the partying the night before started to show its effect. I had never gotten sea sick in my life but I was feeling the effect of the boats movement. That along with a little nervousness about bikini I had chosen to wear were making me a little sick, but not enough to make me sick. The mate brought me a cup of water and started telling us about the reef. At first I though he was just being nice but then I noticed that he was just doing it so he could check me out better. By the time we got to the dive spot, I really wasn’t feeling like diving but Bob told me that I’d feel better in the water which was actually correct. The water was really warm so you could get away without wearing a wet suit even though it would have been nice at the moment. The mate set the anchor and Bob and I started to get ready. I fumbled around with my gear deciding how I was going to do this. Just bending down to get my gear organized caused both breasts to pop out of the flimsy top. I quickly tucked my boobs back in place as Bob laughed at my situation. He smiled and said, “Why don’t you just take it off and get comfortable no one’s going to mind.” Somehow I thing that was Bob’s plan all along and reason for him not bringing my clothes but he was right. As I struggled to keep covered Bob walked up to talk to the captain. I only picked up part of the conversation but I could clearly hear him say, “My girlfriend would like to know if she could take her top off.” There was more to it, but that was the part that caught my ear. I didn’t hear the answer but there was some broad smiles and laughing going on so I could guess that the answer was yes. Now I hadn’t exactly planned to put on a show for these lusting natives but that seemed to be happening anyway. Bob came back to me filled me in saying, “Go ahead and take it off. The captain said it was ok.” Normally I wouldn’t need even that much encouragement but between my queasy stomach and general nervousness I was a bit reluctant. I got my mask fins and weight belt ready to go while I thought about it. By then the captain and mate had come back to give us some instructions. They gave us our bearings and got our tanks ready. It appeared that we were on our own which made my decision easy. With that I turned my back to the guys and pulled my shorts down almost taking my tiny G-string bottom off with it. As careful as I was, it was impossible to do it without pulling my suit half way off. I straightened up and pulled the tiny string around my hips up which only forced the third further into my butt crack. The tiny side strings just barely looped over the top curve of my butt cheeks before coming together and disappearing in my butt. Then before turning around I tucked my finger tips into the front triangle and adjusted it so my labia and pubic hair was covered. My pussy was covered but there was no hiding the outline of my now swollen lower lips. I then threw my shorts, hat and sunglasses in my bag and justified my next move by saying to myself, “It probably wouldn’t stay on anyway.” With that I reached behind my now all but naked back and untied the string holding the two top patches of cloth in place leaving my back now completely bare. When I slipped it over my head my front all but joined my back in the amount of skin exposed. I took a deep breath and causally tossed it in my bag as well. I then turned around and face my drooling admirers. My nipples which were already showing signs of excitement perked up even more as all eyes were riveted to my chess. You would have though these guys hand never seem breasts before. I had to clear my throat a couple of times to break their attention away. There was a moment of silence before Bob suggested putting some more sun block on. I started to do my arms and then handed the bottle to Bob and said here go ahead. There in front of the two local he made sure I wasn’t going to burn. I know Bob was enjoying it because his hard-on was poking me in the back as he worked the lotion in. Both the captain and mate were also sporting huge bulges in their pants. There I was one scrap of cloth short of being naked in front of these guys. After thinking about it, it was probably sexier than had I been completely naked. As Bob rubbed in the lotion my nervous stomach was giving way to an aroused feeling of excitement. Perhaps sex is a cure for a hangover. More likely it just shifts you brain away from one thought and towards a much more pleasant one. Bob knew I was getting excited by his attention and turned me around away from the crew and did my front. Oh God was I getting turned on. By then I had my hangover replaced by this wonderful sensual feeling. Bob worked his way from my breasts to my stomach and lower. I had to grab his arm as it slid his hand to the only place that he didn’t have free access to. My breathing was already quickened as I fought the temptation and told him, “Not here.” I tried to calm myself down before heading back to the crew. They apparently were also caught up in the moment as they stared on. Somewhat awkwardly, we all got our act together and got ready to get in the water. The mate was more than happy to help me into my tank and vest. He was paying extra attention, making sure my straps were tightened just right. The vest seemed a little small because instead of covering my breasts as most do this one only served to push them together as would a wonder bra, creating even more cleavage than I deserved and leaving them exposed and vulnerable. In making the adjustments, the rough straps brushed across my breasts and nipples several times sending waves of sensations through me. My nipples have always been extremely sensitive when aroused and being exposed like that just made them a magnet for every inadvertent contact. I guess there’s a reason they are normally kept protected. Next came the weight belt which he carefully adjusted around my waist taking every opportunity to feel me up in the process. I smiled at him to let him know I knew what he was up to. Once my arousal had settled down to a comfortable level it became a bit of a game so I told him I didn’t think he gave me enough weight. So he unbuckled it and took it off letting his hand slide down my stomach as he took it off. When he replaced it, he knelt down to fasten the buckle. In doing so, he had and incredible close up view of the only piece of me hidden from his view. The movement of getting my tank on had caused it to slip ever so slightly on my hips which gave him a pretty nice view down my bikini. With a couple of stray hairs escaping I was quite certain he could make out the top of my slit barely an inch below the top of my tightly trimmed pubic hair. With that complete he urged me to sit so he could put on my fins. My, what service I was getting. Meanwhile Bob had to fend for himself. Finally we were suited up so to speak and ready to get wet. I made my last minute checks and did a big scissor kick entry off the back of the boat. Wow, the water was colder than I had thought. It actually felt quite exhilarating floating in the water, my sea sickness long since forgotten. Once Bob got in, we headed to the bottom and checked out the reef. The fish were amazing as were the warm and cold spots we passed through. Of course Bob wanted to see as much as he could so he bolted off away from the boat only stopping to check out under some large pieces of coral. Under one he found a giant lobster. Had we only brought along our grab bag we would have been able to have him for dinner. It didn’t take long for me to feel the cold. The water at that depth was much cooler than on the surface. On one of our few breaks Bob made this sign with holding his hands out from his chess with his two index fingers extended. I couldn’t figure out what he meant until he told me after. He was mimicking my nipples which were puckered up from the cold as apposed to being aroused. Eventually the cold got to both of us so we headed back to the boat. I unstrapped my weight belt and tank and handed it up to the mate anxiously waiting my return. I then took my fins off, and holding them in one hand, headed up the ladder. I’m sure Bob was enjoying the view from below as my bare ass climbed the ladder. I know the captain and mate did as an ear to ear smile crossed both their faces. As I got on deck I quickly adjusted my bikini bottom which had slid down exposing my trimmed bush and a portion of my pussy. We stowed our stuff and Bob proceeded to warm me up, as the crew got ready to get underway. I was feeling pretty good after our nice little swim so I never bothered to put my top back on. After we warmed up Bob suggested lying out on the fore deck and getting some sun. At first I lid on my stomach but after a bit rolled over onto my back. That could have been a mistake because I think the captain was spending more time looking at me than where he was going. Bob whispered in my ear that I should take off the bottom and see if he can steer in a straight line. I told him he was crazy and that I didn’t want us to get killed out her. We pulled into our second dive spot and went through the same routine getting ready. There were hardly any fish on this dive but that didn’t stop Bob from racing this way and that way to try to find them. I didn’t see the point since the more we raced around the more air we consume and the quicker we had to come up. Bob hadn’t stopped until I had sucked down about half of my tank. He seemed to be signing that he was bored since we hadn’t seen but a couple of fish. He started off again when I had an idea. He swam a ways ahead ignoring me. When he stopped to check under a big block of coral, I swam directly over him and deliberately rubbed my bare breasts over his head. He looked up a little startled as if a fish had brushed him. He then turned around and almost lost his mouth piece as he saw me. While he had swum off, I had slipped off my bikini bottom and had tucked it into a pocket on my vest leaving me completely naked. There just something about skinny-dipping that just gets my blood flowing. Bathing suits certainly have their place but somehow they seem terribly out of place in the water. I took my own mouth piece out and silently mouthed, “Hey sexy,” to him. He took his mouthpiece out, but before he had a chance to say anything, I planted a kiss on him. I wrapped my legs tight around him there in 50 feet of water. It was incredible sexy but unfortunately only lasted a couple of seconds before I had to grab my mouthpiece for a breath of air. I know it would have been wickedly wild to try having sex under water but I guess between Bob’s chilly penis and my fear of drowning we never did. Even so it was incredible exciting having my bare body wrapped around Bob under water. After a couple of minutes, I unwrapped, and by then, Bob didn’t seem to mind that he hadn’t seen any fish. We swam around for a while long this time with Bob seemingly much more satisfied to stay with me and even follow. Eventually, we headed back towards the boat. I guess there is a way to get a man to follow. We got back to the boat and I was hanging on the ladder handing my tank up when I realized I hadn’t taken my suit out of the vest pocket. At first I felt embarrassed but then didn’t care. Either way I was committed. The captain and mate had surely expected to see me come out topless but their jaw dropped as I ascended the ladder completely stark naked. No mysteries left with me. All of me was there for the looking. My nipples were sticking out like bullets as they had after the first dive but this time my swollen lower lips available as well. I had distracted them to the point that they all but ignored Bob, leaving him to lug his tank up the ladder himself. I actually went back and helped take Bob’s gear, as it was probably my fault that he was being ignored. I felt especially exposed yet terribly excited as I stretched to help Bob off with his tank. It was not surprising that after this dive I barely felt cold. It was a wonderfully fulfilling feeling between the exertion and sexual arousal. After feeling barely alive this morning I felt invigorated and excited now. Nothing like being naked in front of 3 attentive male eyes to get your blood flowing We stored our gear and everyone else seemed more than happy for me to remain naked for the ride back. So I did. I whispered in Bob’s eye that I was a horny as hell and it was shame these guys were around because I was ready for a post dive workout of our own. All he said was save that thought. Bob wanted to spread out up front again but I didn’t want these guys to run the boat up on the rocks or something on the way in so we all hung out in the cabin. Bob dared me to stay naked until the boat reached the dock but I wasn’t so sure about that. I said we’ll see how many boats we see on the way in. We didn’t see any boats until came around the point and then there were two sailboats motoring in. One looked to have a family onboard with some small kids so I started to get nervous. Eventually as we got closer I dug my G string bottom out of the vest pocked of one of the BCs and slid it up my legs just as we came along side. I’m pretty sure they figured out what was going on as we sped past. I was still topless as we passed the sailboat which certainly drew some stares. Still felling a bit turned on, I did stay that way as we motored into the harbor. I wasn’t sure if I’d get in trouble but it sure was nice. I just couldn’t get enough of that cool refreshing breeze blowing across my bare skin. I asked the captain if I should put my top back on and he said in his rough accent, “Ok with me. Ok with me.” I was feeling particularly wound up so I stayed topless or in my case darn near naked all the way into the dock. It wasn’t until we had docked and started gathering our gear that I dug my bikini top out of my bag. Bob wanted me to stay topless, but that was a bit much. As it was I left my shorts in my bag which left me in a tiny G string bottom (that left my ass bare) and a top that barely covered my nipples. I had more attention than I need as we walked down the dock and back to our boat. Carrie's Sailing Trip: Day 6 There was no sign of Brad or Lisa, so Bob reminded me of what I said back on boat. So we jumped in the cabin and Bob helped me relieve some of my built up stress, so to speak. Bob all but ripped my bikini off of me as I came down the hatch way. Oh man did that feel good! After I came down from my blissful feeling, Bob suggested heading down to the beach to look for Lisa and Brad. I was pretty comfortable right there and could have fallen asleep but Bob wasn’t through yet today. There was a little beach area just off the entrances to the harbor so we gathered towels and headed off. This time I pulled on my shorts because you had to kind of walk out of the marina and along the street to get there. I secured my top as best I could and off we went. We found them almost immediately asleep on the beach. I spread my towel, took off my shorts, and settled in to work on my tan when Lisa piped up and said, “Wasn’t that the Jack of clubs you pulled last night?” Bob and Brad jumped on the bandwagon as well. “That means no top at the beach right. Isn’t that what you agreed to?” I was too tired to argue so I just reached behind my back and untied the string across my back. I then pulled the top over my head and flopped down on my stomach. There I was, for all intents and purposes, naked except for a couple of tiny stings cupping my ass. I said, “At least put some lotion on my back so I don’t burn.” Bob worked his magic touch with the lotion as he proceeded to tell Lisa and Brad about my naked scuba diving. Lisa started kidding saying, “That Carrie just can’t keep her suit on can she.” I laughed and said, “Not with friends like you guys around. That’s for sure.” The beach was completely empty so I didn’t feel nervous at all when flipped over onto my back and worked on my front. Again Bob did his usually through job spreading the lotion on my front. Making sure my breasts were extra, extra well protected. I was just about to doze off when Lisa wanted to go for a walk down the beach. We hadn’t spent much time together just Lisa and me so I agreed. I must have been really into the island thing by now because I didn’t even think twice about leaving my top behind. The beach looked to be deserted as far as you could see but you never know who could be coming around the next bend. We headed down the beach just the two of us leaving the boys to trade stories themselves. Lisa and I walked along and talk about all sort of girl stuff which is usually about the guys. She said that Brad was a great guy but she missed the times we use to share when it was just the girls. I told her that I missed that too but the sex was great when you bring your man with you. She agreed but seemed disappointed that her and Brad weren’t hitting it off like Bob and I were. She had only known Brad for about a month now so they were still getting to know each other. There was definitely a sign of concern in her conversation. We walked a ways and I had gotten caught up in the conversation and hadn’t realized we had walked in front of some houses set back on the hill. We turned back and ran into the water to cool off once we were out of site of the houses. We played around for a bit and Lisa seemed to lighten up a bit. On the way back she complemented me on the tan I was getting and asked if I was going to try for that perfect tan again. Ninety nine percent of my body was an even golden tan but I still had a couple of strips from wearing my bottom. She naturally suggested taking it off as also to avoid stripping. As we walked back I noticed that a couple of people were now on the beach and that I’d have to walk right by them all but completely naked. My nipples were the first thing to show my concern followed by my swollen pussy. I tried to act completely normal as we walked past them but then boy yell out. “Look that girl doesn’t have any clothes on.” I was instantly blushed as I waited to hear what the parent would say but to my surprise they simply told the kid to come back to them. When we got back to our towels, we noticed that both Bob and Brad were fast asleep. Lisa and I both ran in the water for a bit and came back to the guys and did the shaggy dog thing to wake them with our dripping water. Lisa’s hair is a lot longer so she did a better job on Brad than I on Bob but they both woke wondering what was going on. I was tired from our walk and lack of sleep the night before so I plopped down and started to settle in as just as Bob was waking up. He was hot and wanted to go for a dip so he naturally dragged me along. Of course now that he’s awake we need to jump into action. I should have left him sleeping. That’s the one thing I don’t like about Bob. We never get to just sit back and relax. Bob was nice and refreshed so naturally he was rearing to go. We swam around for a bit and then floated arm in arm as we had the other day. We had our suits on today, or at least part of mine, so it wasn’t quite the same but still fun. Brad and Lisa joined us as well so it was a nice time. It wasn’t long though before a bunch of people settled in on the beach, so that was about as far as the romance went. I was a little concerned about just walking up the beach topless or in my case just a little shy of completely naked but Lisa kept telling me it was no big deal for me. It wasn’t like I had much choice in the matter unless someone brought my top down to me and that wasn’t likely. So as calmly as I could, I walked into the shallower water and stood up. Well I hadn’t even reached the shore when two of the guys noticed me. Their eyes were practically bursting out of their sockets not to mention the bulges in their pants that were already noticeable. Oh man did they ever notice. The one yelled over, “nice tan.” They weren’t being subtle in the least which caused me to get a little embarrassed. By the time I had reached our stuff they had already come over to ask us where we were from or more likely get a better view. The whole time we were talking they were looking at me. I was getting a little aroused by the staring and my nipples reacted, as you would have expected. There were four guys and two women and all were in their late twenties or about. They were from Chicago and were down for the fishing and golf. They were only over at Tortola for a day trip and liked what they saw. They didn’t exactly say what they meant by that but were looking over at me as they said it. They weren’t dressed for the beach, but were all in shorts and T shirts which was a stark contrast to me in a tiny bikini bottom. I started to reach for my top, but as I did I noticed Lisa shoving it in her bag. I wanted to protest but I figured she was just up to her old tricks. They seemed friendly enough and even the women didn’t seem upset with me standing in front of their boyfriends all but naked. I sat down on my towel and tried to relax but it was difficult under the circumstances. We talked for about a half and hour before someone suggested offered to buy a round of drinks at the café in the marina while they waited for their ferry. For that I wanted my top. I wasn’t going to walk back to the marina topless, so I demanded my top back. Lisa hesitated, but eventually gave it to me. The bikini top didn’t do much except camouflage my nipples, but at least I was covered as far as the law was concerned. Lisa pulled on her shorts but the guys stayed bare chested, so I didn’t feel quite as naked as we walked. The cafe had a little out door seating area just off the dock so we sat and watched a couple boats come in. I might as well have been naked for all that was covered. I guess I met the legal requirements but I felt like I was sitting there in my birthday suit. One of the guys we met bought us all beers while we chatted. They were really friendly and funny so it hardly seemed like we had sat down before they had to leave. By then we were feeling pretty relaxed so we just stayed there and ordered another round of drinks and then some food. As time went on a few more people stopped in and I felt a little more out of place. When I got up to go to the ladies room, everyone in the place looked at me. It was like I had just come off the beach and was walking through a restaurant in my beach wear, which was pretty much exactly what I was doing except my bikini barely constituted a swim suit. I’ve always worn pretty skimpy bikinis but this one was extra small and certainly not made for walking around in public in. It wasn’t that different than if I was walking through the place naked. After eating, we were heading back to the boat. It was then that I seemed to get a second wind and suggested we go for a little dip before heading back. Everyone was pretty out of it but I did manage to convince Bob to walk down to the beach with me. Bob and I walked arm in arm along the water. It was romantic. Eventually I decided to go in for a dip. Since I was still in my bikini it wasn’t any big deal. Bob however didn’t want to go in quite as much as me so he stopped at the edge of the water. I kept bugging but he refused to come in until I came in and stood up putting both hands on my hips and saying. You’d rather stay dry than get a piece of this. Hearing that, he ran after me, tackling me before I could get away. I started rubbing my boobs against his chest until he couldn’t take it any more and reach behind me and untied my top. I slid out of my bottom and we had a repeat of the prior day’s romantic interlude right there in the shallow water. We made out for a while just enjoying the moment. After a while, we decided to head back. I thought Bob was being a gentleman and bringing me my bikini which had been tossed up on the beach but instead simply picked it up and started walking back towards the boat with it. I hurried after him hoping he’d give it back before we got to the marina but he kept walking my suit in his hand. I was half wrestling with him when I realized I wasn’t getting it back and so instead of alerting half the marina to my situation I simple hid alongside Bob as we walked. There I was walking naked through a small but very public marina. It wasn’t even that late. It was barely dark and there were people walking on the adjacent street. My nipples were already hard from the cold water and the light breeze blowing across their sensitive surfaces. I was getting me more and more aroused with each step. I was trying to be quite and not alert the marina to my nearly naked state as we boarded. Lisa and Brad were on board chatting. I ended up wrapping myself in a towel as we sat around the table deciding what to do. Lisa and Brad said that someone earlier had told them about this place on the other side of the island called the Bumba Shack and that since tonight was full moon, they had this wild party that people from all over came to. I was really beat so I was willing to have a quiet night on the boat. Brad and Lisa had slept on the beach and even Bob caught a little nap so they were ready to go out. Everyone seemed hell bent on going to this place. We all showered and came back to the boat. I still hadn’t picked out anything to wear. I didn’t exactly have much to choose from so I decided on my tight fitting white Wicked Weasel shorts and a light T shirt that left a good bit of my belly bare and that was it. I didn’t have any bras or panties to wear so I was showing through a little up top and the bottom fit so sight that it liked like my shorts were painted on. We grabbed a cab and the driver immediately riveted his attention on my outfit. I don’t know how he managed to get us there in once piece especially considering the mountain we had to cross to get to the other side of the island. The Bumba Shack is just that, a shack, and that is not an exaggeration. I wasn’t expecting a fancy night club but this place looked like someone put it together from junk that washed up on the beach. It was a happening place though. There were people all over the place inside and outside. There were even people trying to sell you magic mushrooms as you walked up. The place was more of a happening than a club. I felt terribly out of place through. This place was about 75 percent locals and they were certainly checking me out dressed the way I was. We made our way in which wasn’t much different from being outside since it had no floor. It was basically sand. The walls were interesting too since they were lined with bras and some other ladies undergarments. We all commented on that as we grabbed ourselves a round of Carib beers. There were a lot of people everywhere just swaying to the island music. It wasn’t long before one of the locals came up to Lisa and I and started talking to us and started explaining the tradition behind all the bras on the wall. He was basically trying to convince Lisa and me to make a contribution. We laughed and told him no way. I made the mistake of pointing out the obvious and telling him I wasn’t wearing a bra and therefore had nothing to contribute. That didn’t stop him as he pointed out that some women have contributed their panties instead. He was very convincing and went on and on buttering us up and telling how beautiful we were. Then I learned how they get most of there contribution. He started offering us some magic mushrooms and when we didn’t take them he whispered something to the guy behind the makeshift bar and before we knew it Lisa and I had another beer in our hands. This went on and on again in a friendly kind of way until Bob and Brad rescued Lisa and I by asking us to dance. Dancing was interesting on a sand dance floor but by now we were all into the island thing so it didn’t matter. We just swayed to the music and bumped into everyone else that we were sharing the sand with. We danced for quite a while and I was really starting to perspire which was causing my nipples and areolas to show through even more, a fact that wasn’t missed by anyone. By the time we finally left the dance floor, if you could call it that, I was dripping. We all went outside to cool off but not before the bartender handed Lisa and I another beer. Outside was better and we started too cool off. Again this guy offered us magic mushrooms telling us how great we’d feel. He also went on and on too. I do plenty of crazy things without the influence of drugs. Can you imagine me stoned? Eventually we went back inside just in time to witness one of the women making a contribution at the insistence of the same guy who was trying to convince Lisa and me. Having succeeded with those women he came back to Lisa and I. Again we went back to dancing to avoid him. We avoided him for quite a while dancing and drinking the night away. Of course it wasn’t long before my top was completely soaked and nearly see through. Well to make a long story short. Somewhere along the way, after consuming I don’t know how many beers, this same guy came back to us. By then we had a whole group of people cheering us to make a contribution. Eventually Lisa buckled and slipped a hand inside her top and started slipping her bra straps down her arms before pulling her bra free to the cheers of everyone in the bar. Then he starts a bugging me about contributing my panties. I’m practically shouting over the background noise gesturing to him with upturned palms that I’m not wearing any panties and therefore can’t take them off. He leans over and whispers in my ear, which was actually, saying, “Well contribute something else.” I shouted back, “How about my sandals?” He just stepped back and shook his head back and forth no. I laughed and tried to tell him I didn’t have anything else which only prolonged his persistence. You had to see us communicating back and for half in sign language while where shouting to be heard. I’m shouting and gesturing, “What do you want me to do, take of my top?” He must have understood because he starts shaking his head in approval as a big smile comes over his face. I went back to Bob and suggested we go and dance but he’s now was siding with the crowd that had gathered around us. I’m shaking my head no way and people start chanting take it off, take it off. I had had several drinks but not enough to be taking my cloths off in public. Eventually we went back to dancing. Thinking I had finally dodged this I got into the dancing. When we finished dancing another beer was waiting for me but the guy who was trying to get me out of my clothes had left. Some time later he came back. By now I was pretty drunk and my resistance to his charm was greatly reduced. I tried telling him that I couldn’t just take my top off and go topless to which he cheerfully said, “Why not this is the islands man, and you can do anything you want, man." Every sentence seemed to end in “man” By then Lisa, Brad and Bob were getting into it as well. Bob said, “Why don’t you? Its not like that top is hiding anything anyway.” Lisa was equally persistent telling me in her pretty slurred words, “Go ahead baby, show them what you have. It’s not like you haven’t done it before.” This went on and on. Some women had on pretty provocative outfits but no one was topless. Finally, as if to give me some courage, I chugged the remains of my half filled beer and reached my hands for the bottom of my wet T shirt. Not really thinking any longer, I grabbed the bottom with both hands and in one motion pulled it over my head and tossed it to Bob. A loud cheer was heard, as every eye seemed riveted on me, or more accurately on my bare chest. I just stood there with a nervous laugh barely aware of the fact that I was standing topless in the middle of a crowded room full half dunk and stoned people. Somewhere along the way I was handed another beer. As I took the bottle, I felt the cold effects of someone else pouring a half full bottle all over my breasts. I jumped back have from shock and half in defense as several hands reached out offering to help me clean up. Of course by then my nipples were standing at full attention which only drew more attention. I heard someone, I think a woman commenting on them. By then my adrenalin was pumping and I was getting really excited standing in the middle of the place in nothing more than a 6 inch skin tight white shorts and a pair of sandals. Bob grabbed my arm and dragged me through the crowd to the areas where everyone was dancing. I was grabbed and groped several times as we made our way. By then everyone in the place was checking me out. The dance floor was a sea of people bumping into each other and especially me. I was so excited that it seemed like I was in a different world. They played a faster rock song and I really got into it forgetting for the moment that I was dancing practically naked. I don’t know how long we danced since I had long since lost track of time and reality. I was in another dimension. How my body kept going after the late night last night and the long day of diving was beyond me. Adrenalin and sexual excitement was keeping me going at that point. I honestly don’t remember all of the detail of everything I did from that point on. All I remember is when we finally went to leave I asked Bob for my shirt and it was nowhere to be found. I didn’t see it but Lisa said it was already nailed up to one of the walls. I was dripping wet when we finally went outside to leave which made for quite a site as everyone stared. I asked Bob for his shirt but he insisted I looked fine. All I remember was being thankful that a cab was waiting and we had a fast way of getting out of there. There I was sitting in the back seat of this cap with no shirt on. I was really turned on and needed a good fucking because I was more than aggressive with Bob even with Brad, Lisa and the driver right there. Bob didn’t seem to mind as we sucked face and he rubbed my boobs the whole way back. As a result I was even more wound up by the time we got back to the marina. Carrie's Sailing Trip: Day 6 I didn’t matter who saw me at that point as we stumbled back to the boat. I couldn’t wait to get Bob out of his clothes and take care of my needs. I think Lisa and Brad made out up front but I’m not real sure however, as I all but attacked Bob as soon as we got to the boat. I’m not sure who saw or heard us. All I remember was cuming long and hard. After that I must have collapsed because that was all I remember of that night. To be continued eventually